Racing rain-drenched roads of dimness, the incessantLight-pulseInvades your privacy, heading nowhere specialAn indecisive gaze at nothing as your mind's drawn blankAnd outside features start to fadeSad to see you end this way, chasing your self-hatredStreetlights flashing by in thousands, the city traffic'sRound the bendSeems your number has come up, it's closing stages nowLook, here comes the end

As the pulses intensity, a shimmer on the pallor of yourFaceYou see the crash and press down hard, somehow to easeThe impactYou know you should have hit the brakes, what a fuckingWasteThe way the world just smashed right into your faceSo many things you should have done, the spans you couldHave runI'm sad to see you end this waySad to see you end this way, facing your self-hatred